I‘m already expecting a food coma. Tonight, at 6pm, in celebration of my 43rd birthday, Phil is taking me to Atera for dinner. I’m getting older, so dinner, logically, is getting earlier. There’s no early bird special, mind you, but it was the only reservation available. Besides, if I’m eating over a dozen main dishes, I’d better start early. “A forager’s breakfast parfait:” a dollop of sheep’s-milk yogurt topped with a disk of frozen crystallized beet, with nuts, freeze-dried pear, jasmine petals, and chamomile. Continuing the theme of found food, a soft-shell crab is presented as an edible beach treasure, surrounded by amaranth grains for sand and brown-butter sauce for seawater. The first of several playful desserts is a “rock,” complete with a dusting of what looks like green moss. It has the texture of a slightly melted Cadbury Creme Egg, with a shell made of crumbled cookies instead of chocolate and filled with refreshing lemon-bergamot sorbet instead of oozing sugar.

Now, I need to find something to wear that will coordinate with my new fall makup–think Modern Moo-Moo. Though, after dinner, dark or not, I fully intend to hide my food binge shame behind my new sunnies. I’m pinning a photo of the products used on my Pinterest Bombshell Board.

The lenses are somewhat green. And the plastic matches the color of my hair. Love them. Now, only if it would rain (my most favorite weather), so I could wear my new wellies! I love that I can change the bow in them! It’s the little things in life. And for me, that doesn’t mean jumping in puddles; it means bows!